Krystal enters the room looking nervously around hoping that nobody questioned her about why she’s there. The lights were bright and blinking. There were two women in peach uniforms sitting behind the desk having a ghetto looking conversation. She kept her head down going to her seat to get her stuff in order while closely listening to their conversation. She dug in her bag and started to search through her things as her phone rang. She jumped a little and trembled as she hurriedly got her phone. She quietly answered it with a shaky, “Hello?” She looked down at her black and red scuffed up Jordans. She listened to the voice on the other end of the phone very carefully as her friend questioned her about her location, well being and other things of that nature. Krystal gave her quick easy answers to draw attention from what she was doing and where she was going. She ushered her friend off the phone and when back to getting her things in order. She quickly turned to the door as it opened.
This pale girl stepped through the door with more bags than she can carry. Krystal watched her as she walked towards the ladies having their conversation. They both looked at her. They’re faces saying two opposite stories about the same event. One girl had a face that was very pleasant and welcoming, showing no sign of annoyance at the pause in the conversation. The other however had the look of an enraged father looking his only daughter’s boyfriend caught by surprise in her room. She drew her attention away from them just in time to catch the papers that was about to fall to the floor from her lap. While arranging her things Krystal noticed that she had finally gathered all the papers she needed. Krystal stood fixing her shirt that had somehow risen. She walked over to the ladies behind the desk and began to get everything straight about who she was going to be seeing and when. She looked at the clock on her phone, hopefully soon she thought.
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